Let me count the ways
How Do I Love Thee? by Elizabeth Barrett Browning is a poem my mother would often recite to me when I was a boy. The line she would repeat was, "How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height my soul can reach when feeling out of sight." She may have been paraphrasing it because I remember it a little bit different than that. It could be that my childish mind remembered it differently, too. I think of that first line today, only slightly different. When I think of the girl I love and the man she has had in her life for the last 22 years, I think of that line, "Let me count the ways." Let me count the ways I've been bested, one-upped, beaten, however you want to say it, by this man. First, let me say I know what I am. I know who I am. I'm aware of myself. I'm not trying to cut myself down. I'm only being realistic. So, let me count the ways. The way they met. His confidence and aggres...